Nikilo Flamme

Name: Nikilo Flamme

Age: 67 (Appears 18)

Gender: Male

Personality: The experimenter of the group, Nikilo would much rather take and study hollows than kill them. Than again, he would rather study anything rather than fight it. Not against fighting, however, Nikilo will fight with surprising strength and skill when egged on. Seeing as Life is the only thing he can't affect, he wants whatever he is fighting to stay alive as long as possible. If it is dead, it's useless. Sure, he can still manipulate it to the full, but then it just becomes another tool. Because of this, Nikilo is very mature and adult, contrasting with his younger brother deeply.

Unlike his younger brother, Nikilo's accent is quite thick. Hailing from Germany, the accent confounds most people. Acting like nothing happen, he secretly loves the looks on people's faces as he speaks quickly, no matter the language. Speaking of which, Nikilo is fluent in four languages. English, French, German, and Japanese, due to his extensive traveling with Jamie and the fact that almost all languages are common everywhere.

Money and Family are the most important things to Nikilo, after experimenting. For this reason, he allows his little brother to stay with him (to secretly keep an eye on him) and why they allow any species in their shop. They don't care who they sell to, as long as they sell. For this reason, most hollows leave them be, seeing as their shop is on the outskirts of town. In the middle of the wastelands, many hollows roam by. And many Hollows drop in.

Nikilo, oddly enough, hates the sun. He prefers working by lunar light, but can handle the sun if he needs to. The brightness blocks his vision, and generally pisses him off. His favorite dish would be Mashed Potatoes with a slab of deer or moose meat, covered in thick gravy and a side of steamed vegetables. If he c an't find that, or doesn't have the time, simple rice and chicken will work for him. He isn't too picky when it comes to food. Oddly enough, however, he will only drink Water.

Appearance:

Null Tool/Weapon: Nikilo carries around a specially hand-crafted (no transmutation or anything) sword hilt with him. Embedded in the centre of the pommel is a pentacle, which glows an odd black color when his own Reiatsu is absorbed into it. Made of titanium, the hilt is a gleaming silver, and quite basic (see picture) having wood as a grip, and bare steel gaurds and pommel. When activated, a harsh black blade, nearly three feet long and four inches wide shimmers into existance. This blade is made purely of reiatsu (like a quincy bow) and able to cut through most materials a Shinigami's zanpakuto can cut through.

Purity Level of Reiatsu: Moderate-Pure

Quincy/Null tools: Two Seele Shneiders, Monolith, Two Canteens, One Black Heart. All items are colored black.

Alchemy:
Zitteraal-Schicht: This coating of Reiatsu gives the weapon or object a shocking surprise. Giving of a constant current of electricity, this can be quite nasty, since it can cause numbness or even nerval damage in living things. This technique requires more control and is very difficult to be used to enchant something permanently.
Sauerstoff werde Stickstoff: The oxygen in Nikilo's canteen is changed into Nitrogen, a chemical with explosive and corrosive properties.
Wasserstoff werde Titan: Hydrogen changes into Titanium. Due to the advanced stages of this art, the hydrogen in the very air before Nikilo is changed. If he changed it in his flask, he would have a canteen full of metal. Due to the advanced control of this, Nikilo usually coats something with Titanium, rather than creating.
Sauerstoff werde Titan: Very similar to Wasserstoff Werde Titan, however oxygen changes this time, instead of hydrogen. The very same limits apply as the previous technique.
Wasser werde Titan: This isn't actually a technique, more of a combined version of both techniques previous. By using Wasserstoff and Sauerstoff werde titan at the same time, Nikilo can successfuly turn Water into Metal. This is an easier transmutation to do theoretically, because it is a liquid going to a solid, however, due to the advanced strain on his reiatsu, it is used rarely.
Stickstoff werde Shwefel: Nitrogen is changed to Sulfur, a chemical commonly used as gunpowder and other explosives.
Wasserstoff werde Kupfer: This technique changes hydrogen into copper.
Wasserstoff Werde Eisen: This technique turns hydrogen into iron.
Gestalt umwandeln: The second ability every transmuter can learn, this is the ability to reshape the crafted objects while they are still infused by the spirit particles used by the Null. With this, a iron plate becomes a dagger, or a copper piece a screw - the possibilities end where the imagination ends. However, complex reshapings take much energy, so use with caution.
Die Kunst des Tränkebrauens: The last of the big Null disciplines, this is the one thing that comes the closest to the alchemists of the middle ages. Combining both transmutation and enchantment, a Null can create healing lotions, explosive liquids or even poisons. This is achieved through enchanting the things used in the potion with raw liquid Reiatsu, and using other normal indrigents.

Corrosive Gas The gas released from this potion is capable of corroding through lead.

Armageddon This potion is actually an explosive, capable of leveling three feet of cement.

Intense Healing potion - This potion is capable of curing most diseases, and even restore limbs if necessary. Doesn't work on STD's, Tumors, and The Ebola Virus

History/Background: Germany was a peaceful time, in the beginning. A refuge camp of Quincy lived there (Germany being their origins) and they were the first to hit when the disease spread. One among them, a seven year old boy named Nikilo Flamme was instantly taken by the disease. He had been changed, turned forever from a Budding Quincy into a powerful Null.
Training hard with the other changed, Nikilo soon discovered (after two years, at the age of nine) that he was especially gifted with Transmutation and potion making. Everything else was second rate, and left well enough alone. Than, at age 18, his brother was born. Discovering he could control his aging, Nikilo stayed 18 until present day, and still hasn't aged.
After Jamie was born, Nikilo raised him himself, his parents being too busy with their lives to teach them day to day skills. They loved them though. After a few years of training and whatnot, the boys went out on their journey.
Traveling the world, they looked through every dome they could find, and learned as much as possible. Then, Nikilo had an idea. They were very skilled Alchemists, why not open a shop and spell special items, each doing half the work, each receiving half the payment. Choosing a spot on the outskirts of a dome on earth, the boys set up.
Selling to whatever species that would buy, the two earned a Urahara-esque (though vaguely worse) reputation. The Platin Herz sold to whomever would buy. They even included their own special services in the list of things they could do, and sold themselves as Mercanaries when needed.
Of course, everything can be bought for the right price....

Rp Sample: A foolish Shinigami had requested a battle with Urufu Tatsumaki, as he tried to enjoy a relaxing day at the beach."A spar you say?" He asked grinning. "Sounds good." Bringing his claws to his lips, he was pleased to note that some of the blood from the hollow didn't wash away in the ocean. Several moments ago, Urufu had stolen the Shinigami's kill, and slayed a Flying Hollow with quite a bit power. Licking it off, he swallowed it. His purple eyes flashed black for a second, before he yawned. "This may hurt.." He whispered to himself, as gigantic wings sprung from his back, ripping the skin and his cloak. Blood dripped from his back slightly, but he was fine. Wiping away one tear threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes, he grinned. Launching himself into the air, he flapped his enormous bat-like wings, and held aloft in the salty ocean. Looking down on the shinigami, he began to charge a cero from his hand..

The Shinigami had thrown up some sand in the first little bit in hopes to blind him. It worked.. slightly. As the sand blinded him, he smirked. He was the wolf of retribution, for The goddess' sakes. Urufu didn't need to see to defend. "I can still hear the whistle of the wind as your blade approaches." He said, as he twirled with his left wing extended, smacking Rokiro (The Shini) and knocking his blade away from his wind. "And I can still hear your blood pumping through your veins." He said, as he began to slash and hack at the boy with his claws, both from his hands and shoe-less feet.

He wore no shoes, and never trimmed his nails, until they became a hassle. They were sharp as daggers, and incredibly sharp and thick. See, Urufu needed blood to survive. Until he got it, he had barely any abilities. He needed a way to penetrate some skin and get to the delicious red nectar inside of someone. If he ate regular human food, he would throw it up. And that wasn't pretty.

As the sun shone down on the two, Urufu finally cleared out his eyes. Still slashing towards Rokiro, his vision was fuzzy, but soon cleared. The ocean was like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. It sparkled and shone with an intense blue that made Urufu smile, and nearly forget he was fighting. Nearly.

The sand was white hot and glowing, shining off of everybody's near-naked body as they shone with sweat and ocean spray, many of them soaked. Some people were working their tans, and many had children that were making sand castles and the such. Focusing back to the task at hand, Urufu increased the reiatsu in his arms. This helped force oxygen into his muscles, and made him go faster.

Pushing, he practically forced the wind to separate away from him to increase his speed. He didn't technically do that, but it seemed like it as sweat poured from his body in his attempt to harm his sparring partner. Sharpening his claws with reiatsu even still, he continued his barrage of nail, adding tooth occasionally, snapping at Rokiro's form to get some blood. He was moving so fast, he wasn't sure if he even hit the boy once.

Eat him.. eat him..eat him.. That voice was still in his head. Veroer's voice. Sometimes he could ignore it.. but usually he couldn't. And he usually listened. As the Shinigami was torn to pieces by his deadly claws, He listened...